"Dancers", NSA Agents,Do You Play Basketball?, Miss Iowa and Gypsies...

[SuZQ]

I'm working third shift, and about comatose because I'm coming up on 24 hours without sleep... What I'm trying to say is thank you for the middle of the night update and giving me something to read. Also I must be way out of practice or much older than you because I can do about..... 2 days/night... maybe 3 in vegas and I'm done. Like stick a fork in me done.
Looking foward to the next part... damn suits....

[Brooklyn Marc]

I'm working third shift, and about comatose because I'm coming up on 24 hours without sleep... What I'm trying to say is thank you for the middle of the night update and giving me something to read. Also I must be way out of practice or much older than you because I can do about..... 2 days/night... maybe 3 in vegas and I'm done. Like stick a fork in me done.
Looking foward to the next part... damn suits....

Anything for you SuZQ , and no just turned 31 this year, more like my ability to consume alcohol is somewhat legendary in certain parts (seriously, I am the talk of weddings and gatherings that happened 5 or 10 years ago to this day, me and open bars have a VERY intimate relationship), but Vegas man it gets me every time and looking back I'm surprised I made it that many days without crashing myself.

[SuZQ]

Anything for you SuZQ , and no just turned 31 this year

Awe! Thanks doll.. And I still have you beat by just a lil bit.. I'm 32 the end of this month. However my liver is pretty healthy for a girl my age.

[dnix]

I hope your not really going to leave us with a gym and conference story for a week???

[Brooklyn Marc]

I hope your not really going to leave us with a gym and conference story for a week???

Naaah I'll get the next day up tomorrow!

[rockNcali]

great trip report!

[AxelFoley]

Naaah I'll get the next day up tomorrow!

Thank god!

[dnix]

Promises of a next day TR were never fulfilled. Marc has failed us. Sigh

[Brooklyn Marc]

Promises of a next day TR were never fulfilled. Marc has failed us. Sigh

Duuude I posted yesterday at like 5 49am Austrian time only to wake up this morning and find the last 2 days of posts completely gone! Lol. Thank god I learned my lesson when I first started writing this damn thing so thankfully when I get back to my room I can copy and paste Monday night back again! I'm looking at you DNIX, almost shit a chicken this morning when I saw it was gone for real. Lol.

[dnix]

lol

[JonnyB29]

Tragedy averted!!!

[Brooklyn Marc]

4/28/14:

Note, I am starting to write this at what appears to be 5:49am Austrian time on an IPad because I got drunk at my brothers wedding and the Austrian girl I met there was not pleased at how loud I snore when drunk... anyway

I wake up after what appears to be 12 straight hours of sleep (don't even know when the last time that has happened, maybe college) and am stunned but also somewhat grateful cause I needed it. However some part of me am pissed at myself for missing an entire night of partying/gambling and I vow that's the last time I'll get any real sleep on this trip. Get ready to head over to my conference again (day 2) after hitting up some of the younger people I met before to make sure they would be heading over that day as well. Luckily they are...

I'll again skip the details of the conference (really uninteresting other than to say I met some folks who handle a fairly large chunk of some very well known states public/government pension plans and they seemed like idiots or completely worthless human beings so no wonder the economy is shit), however since there was little need to pay attention my new friends and I took this as a sign that this also meant there was very little reason to be sober either! One of the things I absolutely LOVE about Vegas, you can saddle up to the bar and offer the hardest of drinks at the ass crack of a new day and no one blinks. Scotch in the morning? No judgments.Life would be oh so sweet (though admittedly less productive) if some of the take aways from Vegas were available everywhere. All this to say, that in between each meeting/lecture we had about 15 to 20 minutes to hit up the various bars located inside the Cosmo. The Cosmo really is the perfect hotel for hosting a conference they do a good job of putting everything you need under one roof. Fir some in our party is was their first time so they fell quickly in love with the place.

First bar we hit Chandaleir, the females on our group are amazed (not going to lie the very first time I walked in there years back I was high as balls and yeah feel like i was amazed too) and I get it. Only the bottom part was open but with around 8 of us demanding top shelf shit (worth mentioning for the length of the conference I am now allowed to use the corporate card,as are my new colleagues for all of my partying needs), so of course I demand the Macallan 25 and tell him to hide the bottle for the rest of the day. He obliges with the tip I give. In doing so I attract the attention of one of my new friends who happens to be female who likes how I handle the situation (who knew being a higly functioning greedy/scheming drinker has its privileges?), and demands to try some of the nectar of the gods. I ask if she has ever tried it and she has not. I assure her she would not like it. she insists/demands. Well okay. I oblige and after the initial sip (hits all first timers harsh) does a good job of sharing/finishing my drink. Of course I am smitten. lol. Cute girl, no pretentiousness ( RARE in my business with women who are successful), that I can see. She is wearing a fucking boulder on her ring finger so I don't know how that will play out at that point. Anyway, we cram an incredible amount of alcohol into 20 minutes or so. They day takes on that feel of wash,rinse, repeat in a different bar each break and boring economic theory has never been more hilarious than when a group of youngish drunk folks start to answer and ask questions to some pretty serious folks. Fuck them if they can't take a joke. Most people are amused by us (I think I dunno could have been the haze of alchohol) and this bodes well for later days. As I quickly discover the older dudes who have REALLY been getting it (money wise) all want to hang out with the tall black dude later that night. Well Okay.

The conference ends too quickly (first time I EVER said that shit) and I am at a pretty good level booze wise. I invite my new friends over to Palms Place later, but they do me one better as a hedge fund has rented a Huge mansion for the week. I am embarrassed but get over it quickly and promise to go party later. They make their leave and flush with both alcohol and cash ponder what should I do. For bit the first time I realize I am in a Casino and decide to gamble a bit. First I need a drink though. I look for my guy at Chandaleir but seems he has left for the day (this angers me at the time, although why I thought he would be working 24 hours is beyond me now), so I head up the third level and cop a squat on a bench and get a drink. Shoot the shit with some folks and run into some other folks who were there for different conferences.

Here is the funny thing that I have noticed about Vegas and I guess about back home too now that I think about it. Whenever I am in a suit,which is often, people react differently. It's just a fact of life I have come to accept. Changes a whole night sometimes. I'll be the first to admit when not working I am SUPER casual, some get it. Your likely to find me in Jordan's and jeans any weekend of the year. I look different I get it. However, in Vegas it's on a whole new level. Order Maccallan 25 in jeans and Jordan's one day and watch the bartenders face, more than likely he will mention the price (which IS high), do it in a good suit and he just grabs the bottle. Same goes for ransoms approaching you! I have never had so many folks come up to me and just start conversations as I am having a drink than what occurred the days of my conferences. Men, women (non hookers ones), bar tenders etc. Also walk through a casino and watch the number if free drink cards and offers for tables increase by 10. Anyway, I meet some linoleum sales men and women (guess you gotta by that shit from somewhere right), who also have a conference. I think they will be boring as shit,they are NOT (this will come into play the next day) and we exchange numbers. Since I am a degenerat gambler I am literally shaking to hit the tables at this point. I say my goodbyes and leave the bar.

As I am leaving I see a VERY good looking exotic looking younger woman and a very exotic looking older woman (not so pretty now, but maybe when younger?) talking to a dude about something or other, around the elevator. As we get in they are both eyeing me intensely even though they are talking to the dude still. Anyway we get off the elevator and they make a bee line for me. I point out their friend looks pretty pissed, they tell me "don't worry about him he is gay" as if that explains it all. Well okay. Then shit gets weird. The younger one seems cool, but the older one immediately does an inventory of me. Like seriously. She comments that she like my suit... okay thank you. What brand is it? (fuck do you care?) I tell her. Oh I like your watch... thanks (gold sub mariner with the green dial), and shows me hers (some iced out cartier) and I am now on high alert as I think she is a madam and about to try and sell me the young chick.She asks if i play basketball for a living (i am tall, in a nice suit and watch, of course i MUST smh)...She asks if I am up gambling... I tell her I am up substantially. I am thinking pro ALL the way. The young one then proceeds to tell me that the woman is a world renowned fortune teller (huh, shit just took a turn), wasn't expecting that. They make me an offer, that will come sit at the tab,es with me and I'll gamble. Wellll hownthe fuck do I turn that down? Two things; the younger one was really good looking and secondly in what other city can you run into two gypsy's and gamble with them? If nothing else I get a story out of it. I tell the older one she can/better help me win and we are on our way.

Long story short this "fortune teller" is so NOT THE TITS! Granted my cards are cold but her advice is even worse. I was only doing 25 a hand so no big deal but if she is world renowned for telling fortunes it must be for being shitty. Just saying. I lose about 500 before I decide I'm good and can only laugh at the rediculousness that just occurred. I decide to walk from the Cosmo to the end of the strip since its nice out and see whats going on in the other casinos thought the pathways. Near the fountains at the Bellagio I go up the escalator behind them and see a pretty black girl who makes eye contact. I smile and she walks over, but she is a PRO and a particularly aggressive one as she gives me her number and grabs my penis for emphasis. Smh. Vegas.

I make it back to Palms Place and prepare to head over to the Mansion to hang with my new pals for the night...

Next up: The Mansion, Agressive female traders,The best wingman I ever had was a woman...

[dnix]

Finally!!!

[AusVIP]

Suiting down in Vegas is the shit!

[TimWhalen]

This report was great at Macallan 18. Turned to epic at Macallan 25. If we get to Macallan 30 I won't have a score high enough to grade it lol